I am an old guy (76) and the few sexual pleasures I have left are snogging/kissing and fingering old ladies’ hairy cunts and shit holes.

As it happens this is something old ladies like as it translates to romance and memories of their youth.

Although retired, I am a part-time volunteer in a charity shop working and interacting with a lot of nice old ladies, some still interested in things sexual.

This is my story of three such ladies.

Elsie

She was exactly my type. Nice and fat with a pleasant face and her lips were plump. Looking at her you would not think she was in any way sexual. And like a lot of oldies in their early eighties, she wore simple shift dresses that hid their fat bellies.

The rain had stopped customers from coming and so it was a slow day. I was rearranging some books and Elsie was behind the counter just seemingly daydreaming.

I noticed that she also had one hand between her legs and was moving it ever so slightly.  The dirty old bitch, I thought.  Not one to miss an opportunity I crept around her back and putting my hand up her dress said I could help her with that.

Opening her fat thighs, she in effect permitted me to do her. First, I just rubbed her lovely fat hairy cunt and found it nice and moist and as I pushed my fingers in, she said, ‘Oh yes, that’s lovely. Don’t stop’ She did not take long to cum which was good as I saw some people outside giving us some strange looks.

After that, Elsie insisted I visit her every Saturday afternoon.   

 

Hazel

She had moved in as my new neighbor this summer and being friendly I introduced myself and welcomed her. She invited me in for a cup of tea and we exchanged pleasantries. She was just my type. Short curly hair, a nice chubby face, and a body with very large tits. Initially, she did not seem the type who when in for sex.

A couple of weeks later I saw her in the garden weeding and went out and asked if she needed some help. She accepted with alacrity. I noticed she was wearing just a simple sack-type dress and more to the point, no bra.

After an hour or so Hazel said she had to pee. ‘Normally, when I’m out here I just have a tinkle. You wouldn’t be embarrassed if I did so now’ smiling as she so. Squatting down with her legs apart and her gaping hairy cunt staring me in the face, I got a pleasant lob on.

As she started to dribble, I could not resist and cupped her cunt to feel her warm piss.

‘Oh, that’s nice, Paul. Go on have a good feel and finger me. I love piss and obviously, you do too’.

I immediately opened her fat labia lips and began to finger her roughly.  The more I did so the more she pissed.

‘Oh yes, give me more’ With four fingers up her cunt she gushed like a fountain and fell back as she orgasmed.

Later as we cleaned up and had our tea, she said told me of her likeness for squirting but not many men liked it. But she was pleased that I was not one of them.

Our routine was then a weekly session of mutual wanking with her squirting and sometimes she liked it when I pissed all over her in the bath.  

Mabel

 

I first met Mabel when I was volunteering with a seniors’ lunch delivery service. I was attracted to her immediately as she had all the physical assets that a perverted granny lover like me, desired.  Plump going to fat (maybe a size 18) nice sizeable titties and she always smelt divine. Her face had wrinkles, sure, but for the life of me, she did not look 88 which I was told when I started.

At first, we exchanged pleasantries but as the weeks went by she kept me talking on the doorstep.  It was obvious she was very lonely. So when I next delivered to her I said that I found our chats interesting and would she like it if I changed my route so I could spend a bit more time with her.  She readily agreed.

I suppose that is when our sexual relationship started. At first, she started wearing dresses that highlighted her wrinkled tits and when we talked she placed her hand on mine. The next visit she said; “oh, Jack, you have been so kind to me these last months I was wondering what I could do for you?”

“Well Mabel, if I told you, you would run a mile or call the police.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic Jack what would you like me to do? Make you a cup of tea and then let you molest me?”

“That is exactly what I would like you to do.”

“What, I am 88 Jack, why would you want to do that?”

“Because Mabel you really turn me on especially when you started giving me hints of your lovely tits. I have what you would call a strong fetish for enjoying all sorts of sex with elderly and very elderly ladies. Even looking at you and just talking about my problem is making my cock really hard.”

Mabel surprised him by not getting angry but interested, especially when she glimpsed his tenting trousers.

“You know Jack, I have not had sex in over 12 years but I am still interested in it, so to speak. Tell me, out of interest, what you would like me to do for you?”

“Oh, so you could be encouraged. That’s a start. One thing that turns me on is seeing old ladies open their lovely wrinkled and cellulite-riddled legs and show me their nice fat cunts. It’s even better if they are hairy, but I don’t think you will be, Mabel.”

“That is where you’re wrong, Jack. I have a very nice bush. Like to see it you randy fucker? There I’ve said it.  Dirty words are my weakness. It’s been a long time since I have used them. But I think you will love me using them.”  

As she finished talking she pulled up her skirt and opened her legs as far as she could go. It was fucking obscene but so very sexy. Then she pulled aside her loose granny pants to show me a very impressive cunt with quite a  lot of hair.  “Like what you see, Jack?”   

“Shitting hell Mabel, I think you and me are going to really enjoy each other.”

“Now Jack, I would like to lay down some rules. I am an old lady who is not very agile so no adventurous shagging. Also, I am slightly incontinent and will dribble pee when being fingered or licked out. I am partial to having my shithole played with and lastly, I really enjoy lots of kissing, fingering, and having my titties sucked. OK?”

“That’s fine, Mabel.  Now some of the things I want you to do. When I am here you will wear only tight short skirts that highlight your lovely belly and no knickers. So that when you bend over I see your lovely hairy cunt.   Next, absolutely no bra as your titties are lovely on their own.  As to your incontinence, I just love it. Every time you want to piss you have to let me feel it flow from your fanny.  

I too love lots of kissing and heavy petting and generally getting fucking sexed up. And lastly, I like having a blow job when licking you out.”

With the rules agreed upon Mable was hot with anticipation when Jack called round the following day. She thought she looked like mutton dressed as lamb but the look on Jack’s face at the door soon put her at ease.

“Fuck my old boots, Mabel, you look so fucking sexy. Come here and let me feel you up.”

Gently pushing her to the wall, Jack started kissing with passion, pushing his tongue in her mouth and she quickly responded. Breaking away for breath, she said “fucking hell Jack, I’m wet already, feel.”

Yes, she was correct he found. As he started to finger her clit, she started to gently dribble piss.  “That’s it you old sex pot piss away.”